#147

you wore that stupid frayed out sweater i hate. everyone loves you, and they very well should. your face is so open, bangs swept to the side, and your eyes are so brilliant. the first day i saw you with that book... you looked up and i was pierced straight through, sudden pumping in my chest, i thought for sure you could see it through my shirt.

you are everything to everyone. every girl envies you, every boy wants you; have you ever had a evening alone that wasn't by deliberate choice?

that frayed out sweater, has it taken the brunt of all the years for you? you are unscathed and i hate you and love you for it. if your heart were any brighter i would hide in the shadows from your light.